With Pentecost on the horizon, I find myself reflecting on my first year at All Saints Episcopal Church. My journey here began on Pentecost, June 8th last year. Though the calendar has turned, its rhythm draws me back to that meaningful start and invites me to cherish all the moments that have unfolded since. 1 Corinthians 12:3-13 shares with us that “there are varieties of gifts, but the same spirit; and there are varieties of services, but the same Lord,” and even in the fu

Certain crucible moments occur just after the Dismissal, in that informal liturgy of handshakes and hugs at the church doors. Conversations range from the practical — pews that need dusting, shrubs that need trimming, apologies for missed Sundays, comments on the sermon — to the pastoral: a request for prayer, a need for a visit. And every so often, someone brings a deeper theological question. Two weeks ago, someone asked me, “Hey, Rev., I was listening to a podcast that deb

In 1908, Anna Jarvis set out to honor her mother, a woman remembered for her peace, compassion, and tireless service after the Civil War. Legend has it that Anna once overheard her mother praying for a day to celebrate the hard work of mothers. This heartfelt wish, as shared in a documentary about the origins of Mother’s Day, sparked the movement. When President Woodrow Wilson declared the holiday official in 1914, the intention was to set aside a day to honor the steadfast,